Battling depression is hard. So so so so hard. My battle with depression had killed a lot of things in my life. A relationship with my family. A stronger bond with my daughter. I've been struggling and writing is a escape even though writers block comes more often when that battle begins. This is part of the reason it is taking me so long to write. I wanna thank y'all for reading my stories and following me. More is coming. I wanted to write a book about my life and what I believed stole my joy and replaced it with so much hurt and pain. This will be a true story. The cover of the book is up. Its called (The Untold) its of course about my life. Its been so hard for me to start it because I know its gonna bring back pain that ive tried to hard to forget. But no matter how hard I try the pain never truly goes away so I figured id write about it. I pray it helps someone in the future. I pray it teach mothers now and future mothers and fathers also to pay attention to your child(ren) the fear of telling someone what happened to you is real. Weather you're a child or an adult. Anyway. I havent started writting yet and dont know when I will. My heart is racing as i think about it. But it will be done. Just wanted and needed to write this. Much love.